The machine, Pulling and tugging at the squares… Each one individual, But molding to one another. The ch-ch-chugging of the needle s…
Smooth and slow, And inch by inch Far away we seem no different But soon we’ll all transform Maybe for a greater good
A fine spring day she sprouted up, And opened her buds to the sun. The glisten of gold, The wonderful rays. Warming her peach painted cups.
Weakly, I twist and I turn The handle. Pushing with all my might Against the heavy wooden door. Knocking and shouting,
As quiet as a whisper And as sudden as time Just as thorns upon a flower Are as sneaky as a crime A never-knowing anticipation
As my body wraps around you, my brain can not. I can read you. The cover, The title page,
Golden and cheerful, His beak reflects the sun. Chirping and singing, All for his loved one. He sings the day away.
Dressed in a bouquet of white And draped in a feathery boa, She sits and sulks in silent. Quietly she sways On the gleaming water’s edge
They breathe, But are they truly living? Little muscle, Stretched skin tight against the b… Their hips protrude,
Out of sight Out of mind, they say. But they who say it Must not have been in love And lived with distance.
How sudden. As quickly as a fall, The end began and the beginning en… Funny that all that was in between… Lost almost,
Dot to dot A rhythm of dots From here to there All for what? How are we satisfied by the
Hellos are sacred. They can be the first of many, and The continuation of more to come. Hold tight to those hellos. Hold them close to you, and
Deep roots push through the earth Tearing old soil Spreading wide Searching for moisture Its life fuel
I gave you my key to the spare. The room had just been finished, And made new. Red painted walls, Furniture all fixed and furnished.